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Jun 2016
That little voice inside of me-
Hope is what I'll call her.

She wants to see the best in things-
I'd wish she'd never bother.
Why bother hoping things turn out fine,
When deep down you know it's all a lie?

I'm sick of seeing the brighter side.
D
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D  25/Canada
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